Innocence. There was something that had been gone for so long that Blake couldn't even remember what it had been like before he became what he was. Before he started down this path of criminal behavior. There was an older man in his deep, deep past, probably his sire. The memories were hazy and he didn't think about them often. Too old to matter. Perhaps he was getting old. He would never admit such a thing to his lovers, any of them. The two had met in a bar, like he did many of his lovers. He picked them up where he picked up his vices, alcohol and cigarettes.
He'd locked eyes and their little battle for dominance had ensued from there. The shapeshifter hadn't known quite what he was getting into. Sen, for all Blake knew, hadn't even realized there was a physical attraction there. After the first time, a strange relationship building on the need. Oddly enough, though Sen was far more controlled than Blake, he was the one who typically initiated contact. The one who called Blake back to his bed. Blake was more the type to drop in and satisfy himself before dawn before finding his way back to his own place and bed.
The middle of an encounter was hardly the time to dwell on history. Sen liked to draw the animal out of him, much like he enjoyed teasing and drawing out the emotions that Sen tried so hard to hide. It fueled the things that went on between them.
Dominance was something they both seemed to need. First Blake had pushed him back, then Sen flipped them both over, putting Blake back on his back, hips against each other, shirts discarded to various places in the room. Sen shifted his hips and Blake pressed upward. The friction was delicious. He had missed this. Playing nice with Bethany had meant that he was not receiving his fill of the usual illicit activities.
His hands went up Sen's legs to his hips and held him there, letting him stay on top as he arched his back upward, driving them together harder, his teeth showing between thin lips.